My Hero

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    My Hero

    He walked in from the hot
    summer sun, his body wet
    with the heat of August. His
    jeans were dirty from the
    soil where he worked in the
    garden planting flowers as
    I directed. He walked to
    the table with a John Wayne
    swagger and picked up his
    tall glass of ice water that
    was waiting.
    To me, he was my hero. He
    rescued me and made me
    fall head over heels in love
    with him, swagger and all.
    And life is good.

    Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino

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    tenderpoison commented on My Hero

    01-15-2011

    I was expecting some yard guy erotica! This was simply - beautiful. 10

    skymist2

    01/15/2011

    Thank you, tenderpoison. I appreciate your taking time to read and comment on my work. Sky

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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